The berries on the way home from the barnStop running the wasp won't do you no harmThe faces I would make, baking the cake with my momI wanted to grow up, drink in a cup, dig a pond

My father tapping the blade in the foamHe's sweaty, his leather hands green as the lawnNow take me to the woods, show me the ruins, make a bowI wanted to achieve, call me naive, I'll prove you wrong

And all the chandeliers I forged in my great hallI can't decide which one should better fallAnd all these pieces of me, I watch them tenderlyI keep them all inside our sacred ship

My brothers breaking the slates on the roofThey're sweaty, who hit the ball, speak the truthNow pick out your disguise, choose the right size young indianWe'll climb up the old trees, what's overseas, leave your land

And all the chandeliers I forged in my great hallI can't decide which one should better fallAnd all these pieces of me, I watch them tenderlyI keep them all inside our sacred ship

And now that I'm older, with my head and my heartI'll make you king and queenI won't resign 'til you get what you've bet